Page 38 of The Phyre that Burns

His strokes were hard, fast, and deep, and the fact that I was on the hard surface meant I had to take every last stroke.

“Phy, you’re too deep!”

“Ain’t no such things as too deep, baby.”

He picked me up with his dick still inside of me and pressed my back against the refrigerator. I tightened my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist.

He pushed my shirt and bra over my breasts, grabbed them, and lifted them to his mouth, alternating swiping his tongue over each of them, and I felt another orgasm brewing, so I braced myself.

“Phy, baby, I’m cummin’!”

“Give me what I want.”

He was the only man my pussy had ever obeyed, and I was amazed that she still responded to his command after all these years.

“Oh God!” I screamed as my orgasm hit me.

“Good girl. You ready for this nut?”

Before I could respond, I felt him pulsing inside me. We stood against the refrigerator, our foreheads pressed together and our breathing labored. A few minutes later, when we caught our breath, he carried me to his bedroom before he put me down.

“You wanna shower?”

“I don’t have any clothes.”

“I’m sure I have something you can wear around the house. C’mon.”

He entered the bathroom, and seconds later, I heard the shower running. After taking off my shirt and bra, I joined him in the bathroom.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen a personal shower this big,” I commented.

The shower could probably fit six bodies comfortably, and it had two showerheads and a bench.

“I’ve always imagined us having a lot of fun in here.”

“Oh, really? What kind of fun?”

“I’ll surprise you. If I talk about it now, my dick will get hard, and you’ll have to take care of it.”

I sat on the bench and leaned my back against the cold wall. I opened my legs wide and slid my hand between them. When I found my spot, I began massaging.

“Oh, it’s like that?” Phyre questioned with a sexy smirk and a raised brow.

He stood in front of me, grabbed his erection, and slid his hand up and down his length.

“Is this the kind of fun you imagined?” I asked, using my other hand to play with one of my nipples.

“This is a good start.”

“What would make it better?”

“My dick in your mouth.

Ginaeand I never made it back to the condo, and it was only by the grace of God we made it to work on time. After she sucked my dick in the shower, my face ended up between her legs again. Before we finally got around to bathing, I had her bent over the bench, hitting it from the back.

Until this weekend, I hadn’t been sexually fulfilled since the last time Ginae and I had sex. After taking a hiatus for over a year, I was embarrassed to admit how many women I’d run through, looking for the feeling Ginae gave me. It took a few years to realize I wouldn’t find it with anyone else, and after that, I kept my hookups to a minimum.

“What else do these people know about me that I should be aware of?” Ginae asked as I parked in my parking spot in front of my office.